Wrapping It In Purple - For Prince

WRAPPING IT IN PURPLE -For Prince Black onyx handsome, Small is beautiful, Soft campy creature, Definite in feature, All chiseled, boned, Talents honed, And used for a king's ransom. A royal purple mist, Rained down on fans. A thousand in the cast, (He's never going to last). Sing, Hip hop, do yer dance, It's really yer last chance; And maybe you'll be missed. Let's do! Let's go crazy! Count sheep, fall asleep, Red flag, Swag dance, Sweet feet! Tap it, Rap it, on a side street. Keepers, weepers, of the dark, One chance to make yer mark. Sigh or sing, no time to be lazy! Speed of light, day or night, You know time can't be defined. Check it off, count loves, Hope you hear the cry of doves. Yer wanting all yer extra time, Kiss it in yer billboard climb; A nanosecond dove in flight. Burning up your axe, Ending up an icon, Pay your ticket, seeum, In Hollywood's museum. Paisley is the handle, Stiff, dripping like a candle, Just a manikin in wax. No birthday's, no gray, or wrinkle. In purple paper, wrap a lost chord! You float above a cherry moon, Wing it, sing it, it's your last tune. Spirit vaporized, name that's canonized, And all your data to be analyzed. Precious purple, a periwinkle sprinkle. Always cry for love, never cry for pain; Elevé, do rise, caught up, surprised! Don't stare sleeping there, Death upon the stair. No liquor, no last flicker, No barcode, no heart quicker, An April snow has left you sleeping in the rain. By Edlynn Nau © April 23, 2016